We start to-morrow." "A journey, papa! A long one ?" "No.

We shan't double the Horn this time." "Brighton?
Paris ?" "Oh, farther than that." "The grave: that is the journey I should like to take." "So you shall, some day; but just now it is a _foreign_ port you are bound for.

Go and pack." "I obey." And she was creeping off, but he called her back and kissed her, and said, "Now I'll tell you where you are going; but you must promise me solemnly not to write one line to Sir Charles." She promised, but cried as soon as she had promised; whereat the admiral inferred he had done wisely to exact the promise.
"Well, my dear," said he, "we are going to Baden.

Your aunt Molineux is there.

She is a woman of great delicacy and prudence, and has daughters of her own all well married, thanks to her motherly care.